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“Merlin, this thing just started beeping and I didn’t fucking touch it. Please tell me it’s not about to explode.”
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“Merlin, this thing just started beeping and I didn’t fucking touch it. Please tell me it’s not about to explode.”
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Even though Merlin had said that he was treating the Statesman to brunch, Dalir had gone up to the counter in the cafe and ordered two of several different things, unsure of which the other would like.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so... here.” He replied, lowering the two trays he was balancing to show the other the various things he had purchased for them.
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Dan hated the distillery. He hated it when Jack was alive and now he felt the strongest urge to burn the whole place down.
Dressed to the nines in the last bespoke suit (a dark grey one, which worked ironically well for the occasion) his brother bribed him with, he ignored the way a few people kept giving him strange looks and double-takes and marched straight on through first to see Ginger (now Whiskey, he reminded himself) and then Champ. Of everyone in his family, Dan was the only one ever to realize what Statesman was and he had to wonder even as he left the meeting room, if he should have found out at all.
Better thinking his brother died in some freak car accident while commuting to work than to find out he was literally ground to meat.
Expression grim, he walked through the halls of the distillery without much thought to where his feet brought him. At least that was until he saw the stark whiteness of a room and the scent of antiseptic. For a mad moment, when his eyes darted to the partially-opened door, he could have sworn he heard his brother’s grating whistling, but that...
He swallowed, shaking his head to will the hallucination away even as his free hand pushed opened the door to the recuperation room out of habit.
And that was when he saw him.
Dan blinked, startled for a moment out of his dark mood at the familiar sight of a certain bald Scotsman. A Scotsman he never pegged for someone associated with his brother’s line of work.
“Uh...” he probably looked a fool, hanging out by the doorway with a gobsmacked expression as he stared with his mouth hanging open. “Y’alright?”
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“So how are you feeling sir?” he asks softly. “After everything...” he mumbles.
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“Merlin has probably spoiled these pups. Treats, durable toys that can...”
He also comes up with some sort of imaging technology to make them appear to be actual dogs, though it needs tweaking and doesn't stand up to touching and their play very well.
I don’t know why I just picture him putting them in like cheap werewolves costumes you find at halloween stores
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Roxy followed Merlin. Of all people in Kingsman, she knew that he could be trusted. That his actions were a kind gesture rather than just a ploy to get her to do something. She still had issues trusting many of the ones in Kingsman. She didn’t know of his poor sleeping habits at the moment, but if she did, she would have been concerned for him.
“What do you have for me?” Part of her was worried he’d try to force her into sleep. It wasn’t possible. If anything, the mission had exacerbated her fear of heights and of falling, to the point where her dreams often became nightmares. She fell silent as he told her what there was for her waiting. She flinched at the mention of sleep.
“Merlin, I’m fine, I don’t need rest... though the tea and biscuits do sound nice.” She always loved that sort of thing, whether or not she was exhausted or not.
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....M is being followed by cowboys. Not a phrase I’d thought I’d utter in my lifetime.
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“For the record, I can neither confirm nor deny your suspicions. That said, I am definitely not running away. This is a strategic exit.”